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Weekend Slave
By Danielle Marie
"Well, here's another fine mess I've gotten myself into," I thought to
myself. I couldn't say it aloud because I was thoroughly gagged. And I couldn't
do anything about the "fine mess" because I was securely bound in a closet with
no avenue of escape.
Perhaps I should back up a little bit. I was in a hotel in New York,
spending a weekend alone. My wife, Alexis, knew where I was and why I was there.
In fact, she had helped me pack my bags for the weekend. It was Alexis who
selected the hotel at which I would stay, the clothes I would wear, the make-up I
would take, the dominatrix I would call, and the photographer I would hire. In
short, she had set up this entire trip for her amusement and my humiliation.
I had told my wife of my love of crossdressing before we were married, and
she not only accepted it but decided to make me into her plaything. She has
purchased most of my wardrobe for me, and she has excellent taste. I have been
provided with elegant gowns, comfortable casual wear, sexy lingerie and
sleepwear, athletic wear, sleazy hooker-type clothing, and dozens of pairs of
shoes and boots, most of them high heeled. At her insistence, I have grown my
hair and nails long enough to be styled regularly at her favorite salon, and
electrolysis has permanently removed my facial and body hair. However, since she
enjoys healthy amounts of sex, she has no desire to see me chastised --- just
crossdressed.
That weekend was her high school reunion in South Jersey, so she decided
that I should go on a trip of my own. She carefully outlined what she wanted to
see at the end of my excursion, handed me three envelopes with my luggage, and
sent me into New York.
After checking into my suite on Friday, I telephoned the service Alexis had
chosen, and requested an appointment with Mistress V. Arrangements were made for
her arrival at my room that night. I was to be dressed and bound before her
arrival at 10 PM. Next I telephoned the chosen photographer and informed her of
the arrangements.
I then took a bubble bath, washed and styled my hair, and began dressing.
Alex had chosen my outfit: for underwear, a leather sheath to hold back my cock,
high-waisted red silk panties, a heavily boned red leather and satin corset, and
a red bra to cover my glued on silicone breasts. For outerwear, opera-length
black latex stockings, a black leather mini skirt, a red latex blouse, red
leather elbow-length gloves, and red leather knee boots with 6-inch heels. Next I
did my make-up; Alexis wanted me to look like a slut, so I applied it heavily. It
was almost 9PM when I was finished, and I was very pleased with the results. I
laid the three envelopes, labeled "Instructions," "Photographer," and "Mistress
V" on the table next to the entry door.
Next I set about to bind myself. I began with stirrup-type straps, which
locked on over my boots. The keys to these locks were in the glove compartment of
my rental car. With the straps on, it is impossible to remove the boots. Next, I
took a number of straps from the suitcase of toys, which Alexis had packed, along
with several padlocks. I hooked a padlock into each roller buckle. Then I headed
into the walk-in closet in the bedroom.
I began with a strap locked around each ankle, then locked them together. A
third strap was locked around my legs at the knees. Another strap was locked
around my waist, under the miniskirt, with a chastity strap attached. This I
passed between my thighs and locked to the waist belt in the rear. I draped my
miniskirt over the chastity belt and continued. I locked two straps on my wrists,
a strap around each arm above the elbow, and a very wide collar around my throat.
A long strap went around my torso just below my bust, and it also locked. A
locking ball gag went into my mouth and was secured. This gag had a ring on the
outside of the ball, where I locked a thin strap. I fed another thin strap
through the elbow straps, then locked on a leather blindfold. I did a mental
check to be sure all was ready and in place, then felt for the strap dangling
from my ball gag and fed it around the hanging rod, locking it in position. I
pulled the slack out of the strap connecting my elbows, drawing them close
together. All that remained was for me to padlock my wrists together, which
finished my bondage and left me securely bound in the closet, with no way to
escape without assistance.
I didn't know what time it was or how long I would have to wait. All I
could do was stand there, enjoying the tightness of the straps.
Eventually, I heard someone enter the suite, some footsteps, and a
cigarette being lit. Next I heard tearing paper, and shortly I heard a knock.
Someone else entered, more paper was torn. I assumed the envelopes had been
opened. I stood quietly, straining to hear, but heard only footsteps.
Finally the closet door was opened. I had left the light on, and with my
gag secured to the hanging rod my back was to the door. At first there was only
silence, then I heard a distinct camera click and flash. This was repeated a
number of times before I felt a hand on my shoulder. Then I could sense that
someone was standing with me, apparently posing with me for more pictures.
I was then turned as far as the gag-strap would allow. "My, but that strap
was a wonderful idea," said a sultry, sexy voice. "Time to remove it." I heard a
padlock being unlocked, and could feel the strap being pulled through the ring on
my ball gag. "Out!" was all she said. With that, I felt myself being turned and
then shoved forward. I tried to take strides that would keep me moving, but
failed and fell face-down onto the thick carpet.
"You dumb slut!" said the voice. At that moment, I was picked up right off
the floor, and realized that Mistress V had brought along someone quite strong,
with the grip of --- it was a man! I had never been seen dressed by a man, and I
was frightened at first, but my excitement and curiosity soon got the better of
me.
"Put the bitch on the table," came the order. I was carried into the next
room and laid face down on the coffee table. I heard photos being taken
throughout the whole incident, and more as I lay there. "Well, what should we do
with this whore?" asked the voice.
"Let's see if she performs like she looks, Miss V," answered a gruff male
voice. I assumed that he was the one who had manhandled me.
"Excellent idea, Jake," answered Mistress V. "Here's the key to those
padlocks. It sure was nice of Alexis to use locks with the same key, or we'd be
here all night."
Jake then set about unlocking some of the straps. My ball gag was removed
first, only to be replaced with a rubber bit gag, which was buckled behind my
head. My arms were released only to be re-secured under the table. I was hugging
myself to the tabletop. The lock connecting my ankles and the strap around my
knees were removed, and my ankles were then attached to the legs of the table,
spreading my knees wide.
More photographs were taken, and then I heard a whistling sound. I knew, a
split second before it landed, that a crop was coming. Mistress V proceeded to
smack my ass, thighs, and back several dozen times, though not very hard. I
assumed it was just a warm-up, and it got me very hot inside. Photos were taken
throughout the entire spanking, which lasted almost twenty minutes.
Afterward, Mistress V, panting for breath, said, "OK, Jake, take out the
gag." The bit was removed, and a hand pulled my head up from the table. A body
sat in front of my face, and the hand pushed my head down into the pussy in front
of me. I didn't need any more coaxing.
When she was satisfied, Mistress V stood up and said, "This little slut
isn't half bad, but she obviously still needs some incentive!" With that, the
spanking started again, with more force, and lasted longer. I was really
beginning to hurt, but since the gag had been replaced, I couldn't protest very
much.
Finally the blows stopped, the gag was removed, and the blindfold came off.
As soon as I tried to turn my head, two strong hands grabbed it and forced me to
face forward. There were bright lights in the room, illuminating the table on
which I was laying. There was a videocamera about three feet from my head,
humming away. And as I lay there, a cock appeared in front of my face. "I just
thought you might like to see what's coming," said Mistress V with a chuckle.
"Get it, slut? COMING? Now, SUCK!" and with that, Jake sat right in front of me
and pushed his cock into my face.
At first I tried to resist, but when the crop started to land on my
sensitive ass and Jake pulled back on my hair, my mouth popped open and in it
went. This was the first time I had ever had a cock in my mouth, and I wasn't
sure what to do, but I was being stirred to action by the spanking I was getting,
and went to work. I tried to think about the times I'd had my own cock sucked and
what I liked, then applied those same techniques. I licked the head and shaft, I
pulled back until I was just sucking the helmet, I gently nibbled on it, I even
let it fall out of my mouth to lick up and down its length and suck his balls.
Eventually Jake just grabbed my head, stuffed his dick down my throat, and began
fucking my face in earnest. After six or seven strokes, his cock began to pulse
and throb in my mouth, and I knew he was coming. A moment later, semen was
gushing into my virgin mouth, and it accepted eagerly. I swallowed every drop of
his semen, and then proceeded to lick his cock head and shaft clean.
My blindfold was immediately replaced, and they began to release me from my
bonds. "Well, Jake, how is the bitch?" asked Mistress V, unbuckling the straps.
"She's good enough to turn tricks on 42nd street," answered Jake. "I
haven't had head like that in months!"
"Turn tricks, eh?" said Mistress V thoughtfully. "Well, our instructions do
say to humiliate this bitch any way we see fit. I think that's exactly what we'll
do tomorrow night. In the meantime, help me finish retying this slut."
I could only listen, mortified, as I was once again put face down on the
coffee table and securely hog-tied with rope and my handcuffs. I could hear the
photographer packing up her equipment, but she paused long enough to snap a few
pictures of me on the table when Jake and Mistress V were finished with their
handiwork.
After the photographer had left and Jake and Mistress V were ready to
depart, she said, "The key to those cuffs on your wrists is hidden somewhere in
your suite. We will call later to tell you where it is. You have to get your
sorry ass off that table and into the bedroom to answer the phone. Jake was
thoughtful enough to disconnect the others. If you don't answer on the first
ring, you'll stay like this until 6PM tomorrow, unless you can find the key on
your own! Talk to you soon, slut." And with that, they were gone.
Getting off the coffee table was no problem, but trying to get myself into
the bedroom and to the nightstand while hog-tied and blindfolded was quite a
chore. About 40 minutes later I was struggling to my knees next to the table. I
had only about 3 or 4 minutes of rest when the phone rang. I leaned my head over
and gave the phone as hard a shove as I could. I heard it fall to the floor, and
then heard a laughing voice saying, "Very good, little bitch. I'm almost
disappointed that you made it. You'll find the key in the bathroom wastebasket.
We'll see you at 6 tomorrow night." Then silence.
I slowly crawled into the bathroom, felt around for the wastebasket, tipped
it over, and retrieved the key. Once the handcuffs were off, it was relatively
simple to free myself. I stood on wobbly feet and walked through the bedroom into
the living room. There was a videocassette on the table by the door, along with
some Polaroid photos. However, I couldn't take time to look them over just yet,
since I still had to go to my car and get the key which would remove my boots! I
fetched my makeup bag and went back to the bathroom. There, I fixed my makeup,
brushed out my hair, and straightened my clothing, then I grabbed my handbag and
left the suite.
It took only a few minutes to ride the elevator down and cross the lobby.
It was practically deserted since it was almost 2AM. However, my outfit did
elicit a few stares from the night clerk. I went to the garage, got the key from
the glove compartment, went back through the lobby and up to my suite. There I
stripped off my clothes, donned a silk nightie, and fell into a deep sleep where
I dreamed of sucking one cock after another. It was a prelude of my night to come
on 42nd Street.
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